A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Chapter 418

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A Beauty With Multiple Masks Chapter 418

The fear the man was feeling at the moment was overwhelming

Just when he thought his time had come, a slender hand reached out and grabbed the machete by the

handle. The tip of the machete stopped right in front of the man.

Bringing the machete to the man’s neck, Arielle asked indifferently, “Whose time did you say was up?”

The man was trembling in fear. His face was as pale as death. “M-My own… No, please. I’m sorry!

Please spare my life!”

Jared, who had just opened his eyes, was looking confused.

What? Can somebody tell me what just happened?

She patted the man’s trembling shoulder with the back of the machete. “Good boy. Now, tell me who

sent you to come after us?”

He swallowed. “I-I don’t know. I-I’m just doing my

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job!”

Arielle raised her eyebrows. “Are you sure? I’m giving you one last chance to think harder. Who is it

that sent

you?”

He was taken aback by Arielle’s cold gaze.

Even though what had happened might not seem to be something remarkable, he was someone who

earned

money by fighting. He could tell from how Arielle

controlled her speed and strength that he was no match for her.

Moreover, Arielle seemed to have some medical skills too. When she attacked his subordinates, she

had hit the same place. It must be some acupuncture point.

Gritting his teeth, he said, “All right! I’ll tell you!”

He then whipped out a note that looked like a mission card from his pocket and gave it to her warily. “I

have no idea who she is. These are the number and account she used to contact us. We‘re an

underground organization specializing in taking orders for beating people up. Sometimes, just

sometimes, we also help to kill people.”

Arielle read the header and saw “Black Manor” written on it.

“This is the forum. You can go have a look. On the forum, you can accept missions or place orders.

Everything is anonymous, so we’ll only get the contact number and will never know who that person is,”

explained.

“Okay. I got it.” Arielle nodded, then turned to see the men that were on the floor and continued, “Bring

them away. Also, leave all the cash you have as compensation for the stall owner.”

The man let out a long breath and bent over to creep past the machete Arielle was still holding. He then

pulled up the subordinate that was closest to him, and the rest of them climbed to their feet shakily.

Within two minutes, they left a stack of cash and ran for their lives.

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Jared limped toward Arielle with a funny look on his face. He was more than shocked at what he had

just seen.

“Boss, a-are you okay?” he stuttered.

Arielle shrugged. “Do I look like I’m not?”

He shook his head.

Not at all!

Pausing briefly, he then asked, “Those people… You’re just letting them go like that?”

Raising her eyebrows, she said, “It’s too late. If I call the police, it’ll just waste my precious sleeping

time. I’ll take care of this matter once I find out who is it that’s behind this.”

Jared was once again flabbergasted.

Wasting her precious sleeping time? What is she talking about?

Just then, Henry woke up.

Arielle and Jared walked over at the same time.

As soon as Henry opened his eyes, he saw Arielle. “Boss, run!” he shouted.

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